Summary: 50 stories about Kenshin and Kaoru, sometimes meandering to include other members of the Ruroken cast. Mix of canon and AU one shots. Some crack.
Disclaimer: Anything you can recognize here belongs to Watsuki Nobuhiro.
Characters: Kenshin (Rurouni), Yahiko and Kaoru
Rating: T
Soup
Kenshin and Yahiko stared at it. It sat innocently on the low wooden table, even as the sound of Kaoru pottering about in the kitchen reached their ears belatedly. It had been a long walk from the shrine and the swordsmen, master and beginner were exhausted. Yahiko blinked while Kenshin sighed inaudibly and shuffled his feet. It didn't budge. It continued to mock them as it sat in a position of honor upon the table, the delicate bowls of china sitting beside it testimony to the fact that it was indeed, part of their meal today.
Pristine white china painted with indigo ink showed dragons in flight, sinuous bodies curling, eyes wide and tempered with wisdom and power. Neither of the men had seen these delicate vessels before, this and the not-so-subtle sound of Kaoru humming (a very pleasant sound, they both agreed) could mean only one thing. A meal had been prepared, a meal meant for them, painstakingly and the cook was one Adjutant Master who had a devastating smile and deadly skill with a bokken. Kenshin sighed once more.
They were doomed.
A sudden movement and Kaoru was sliding the shoji open and walking into the room, arms cradling more food. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of them and she exclaimed, "Yahiko! Kenshin! You're back early! Go wash up quickly. I made lunch!"
They were so doomed.
A/N
Hehe, because I couldn't resist taking a crack at Kaoru's cooking.